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Phantom 08-03-2011 01:51 AM

MiyuMiyu ||:|| Phantom
 
MiyuMiyu's Character:
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Full Name: Ryleh Argentin (genreally answers to Rye)
Species: Half-Dragon
Current Age: 18
Eyes: A dark shade of orange that borders on amber. Her irises are abnormaly large and leave little room for the whites to show. They are very reptilian in shape. Her lashes are thin and short, nearly non existant.
Hair: Her hair is a wild mess of ruddy blonde curls. Rye rarely bothers to brush her hair. It tends to friz out and look unmanageable, but its texture is actually on the softer side to the touch.
Body Type: Rye is around 5"8 in height. She has somewhat stocky legs and a longer torso, coupled with a thick yelowish tail that sprouts from her lower back. Her skin is peppered with areas of yellowish red scales, highly concentrated around jointed areas. There is also a noticable amount on the sides of her face. The shape of her head resembles that of a lizard or geko. Her nose is slitted and very small.
Overal Apperance: The best word to describe her at first glance would be "sloppy". Her clothing appears worn, despite being well patched. Since she generally doesn't care enough about impressing anyone to bother trying to make her hair look manageable it's more often than not an untamed mess. She's quicker to smirk than to smile and looks like the type of person who doesn't take anything seriously. Her wings are roughly seven feet in diameter, and their color is darker than the rest of her scales.
Persona and History: A flighty and mischievous individual. She dislikes authority and loves to play petty tricks on people, especially those with wealth. Rye was a pick pocket during her younger years, like most children who grew up on the street. Since then she's moved up to a courier for hire. She delivers messages at a quicker pace than carriages due to her flight and has been able to make a decent living of it so far.
Phantom's Character:
Full Name: Ramsay Greystone
Species: Dragon (Full) -- Mind if he's one of the royal family? :U
Current Age: 23
Eyes: Silver (almost white), with round pupils (like those of a lion or tiger.
Hair: Thick, curling, always well-groomed, and white in coloration (though fades to a blueish-grey color toward the ends). It looks very much like a lion-s mane.
Body Type: Tall (6'8"), slender, and muscular (though not overly athletic). Silver scales cover most of his body, though the undersides of his arms, the insides of his legs, the front of his torso, and his neck and face are covered only with pale, human-like flesh. His tail is long and thin, and has a long, curled tuft to match his mane. His head is similar to a monitor lizard's in shape. His ears are fuzzy and similar in shape to to those of a desert fox, and on his brow are two large, black, ten-point antlers that twist forward on his head. Down the back of his skull (somewhat hidden by his mane) are smaller, single-point horns. His wings, which serve as more of a cape than useful appendages, are the same shade as his scales. His foreclaws are a cross between reptilian claws and human hands, but his back paws are large, furry, and cat-like (his backlegs are also slightly feathered).
Overall Appearance: Dashing, well-kept, and regal. He likes dressing in traditional regalia and wearing all the finery that comes with being royalty.
Persona and History: He's...um...royalty. xD His childhood was a sheltered one and he has basically been raised with a blatant disinterest for the Council and its wishes. That being said, he is very much in favor of humans and dragons mixing.



ooc: Where shall we start? When Ryleh comes to the Religious Council's attention?

MiyuMiyu 08-03-2011 01:58 AM

ooc: Sounds like as good a time as any! I was thinking that humans and halflings are all supposed to be registered with the government so they're easy to keep track of, and she was unregistered or something. I can see policies getting a little more lax for people who live or grew up in the slums, since it'd be harder to keep track of things in areas like that.

Either that or she can try playing a trick on Ramsay x] She does enjoy her mischief.

Phantom 08-03-2011 02:02 AM

ooc: Alright. Where shall this thing be set? Within the castle or capital city?

MiyuMiyu 08-03-2011 02:05 AM

OOC: Capital city, I think would be best. I was thinking I'd have her deliver a couple of messages, and then end up dragging herself to the council later in the day. Put it off as long as possible, since she likely wouldn't be too keen on going XD Do you mind if I post first to start us off?

Phantom 08-03-2011 02:08 AM

ooc: Oh mah lawd. xDDD *hates starting roleplays* Please do.

MiyuMiyu 08-03-2011 02:48 AM

The air was ripe with hundreds of smells, and they all assaulted Rye's senses as she dipped lower to follow the wind current. It brought her closer to the marketplace below, which was crawling with human and dragon commoners buying and peddling wares. The scent of exotic smelling spices and sweet baked goods made Rye's mouth water a little as she landed. Her sandal clad feet scraped unpleasantly against the roof where she perched. Adjusting her tail, the courier did her best to stay balanced as she surveyed the scene below. She hoped the roof didn't cave in; last time it had happened, the home's owners hadn't been pleased at all.

"Maybe I could just...take a little break." Rye pursed her reptilian lips and squinted at a nearby stand, where one of the local bakers seemed to be having a sale. Cinnamon and sugar permeated the air, tempting shoppers to stop and eat. Her gaze slid farther down to a pouch tied around her waist. Inside were a letter she still had to deliver to some Dragon merchant woman, as well as a scroll that had arrived for her, courtesy of the population comity. She should have known that her lack of proper identification papers would come to their attention sooner or later once she began working, but the girl hadn't expected it to be so soon. Rye pursed her lips and sulked. Going to explain herself would take up half her day- time she could have spent on more important things. Eating. Working. Eating, using the money she'd earned working. The list was endless.

Her wings extended, and the halfling reluctantly hopped off the edge of the roof. The leathery appendages beat the air and swirled up dust, much to the below shopper's chagrin. Shooting them a half apologetic grin, Rye took off. The address written on her client's letter wasn't too far off from the city council's office. One small spot of luck., Rye thought. She kept her flight low so that she wouldn't miss the residence by mistake. As it was, the courier nearly missed it anyway. Her thoughts had begun to drift back to the apple pastries she was missing back at the market place, and Rye barely skittered to a halt atop her client's roof without missing her mark. Teetering on the edge, the sunny eyed girl managed to regain her balance and lower herself down onto the street. Her claws let go of the roof's edge and she landed on the ground with a soft thump.

She brushed some of the dust off her blouse and amiably makes her way to the entrance. Reaching into her pouch, Rye knocked sharply at the same time. By the time she'd managed to wrestle the letter out a servant had already scurried over to greet her. "Delivery for Madame Damask."

The servant glanced down at the unopened letter. He was an elderly human with pouched eyes and a face lined with wrinkles. "One moment, if you please." Rye nodded and waited as the man retreated back inside to collect payment from his mistress. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet impatiently. After a few minutes had passed, the man returned. He placed a handful of copper coins into her hands and thanked her on behalf of the merchantess. Rye counted her payment, making sure everything was there.

"Thanks for the business!" The halfling did her best polite smile and even gave a little bow. "Call on me again sometime, kay?" The servant retreated back into his home. Rye turned her attention to the summons in her pouch once more. Her last job of the day had been completed. She couldn't really put it off any longer.

"Dammit." Her words weren't aimed at anyone in particular, though a few townspeople stopped and shot her unpleasant looks. Rye repaid the favor with a cheeky wave, turning on her heel and taking flight once more. The city council building wasn't hard to pick out among the other brown and red brick domiciles. Its white marble walls shone brightly in the distance, making the rest of the city look grungy in comparison. Lets get this over with.

Phantom 08-03-2011 12:40 PM

Ramsay'd had nearly enough of the issue almost as soon as it had begun. With a disgruntled and impatient growl, the dragon gingerly folded his claws over the bejeweled hilt of the blade at his side, "..Enough. The slave is his own property now. By law, he may do with it as he wishes." He barely concealed a sneer as he defiantly met the gaze of the dragon who obviously played ringleader for the rest of the Council, "..or does the Council genuinely plan to keep watch through the window of each citizen's bedroom to make sure he mates with his own species?" Ramsay's friend, Mephistos, also made sure to look pointedly at the Councildragon, an arm wrapped protectively around the shoulder of a female slave he had recently acquired (a beautiful creature with platinum blonde hair and bright green eyes that put to shame even the finest emerald gem). The trouble had begun when a few Council members had overheard Mephistos joking with the Prince about his plans for the girl..

The Councildragon held Ramsay's gaze for an instant before deciding it best to backdown (at least until the king could be made aware of his son's antics and the Council's disapproval). He looked over at Mephistos and his slave, raised a brow condescendingly before nodding his crooked antlers at the prince and retreating to the inner chambers of the Council's Hall.

Mephistos left the Hall not long afterwards with his newly-acquired prize, though not before offering his sincere gratitude to the prince for stepping in. This left Ramsay standing alone at the center of the Hall's large, domed courtyard. The male looked quite at home among the marble and gold-plated finery that decorated every inch of the place. No expense had been spared in the creation of the Council's "temple" he thought to himself with a smirk. They had been trying to rival the Royal family. itself, so it seemed...


ooc: Short. xD Wasn't sure how best to introduce him.


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